Everyone has an opinion on matters of life and death.
Most people believe when you die,
You are going to go to heaven.
People, a generalization, don't consider
how they are living.
You see, we all have a piece of the dark place.
You know, the place, you can smell; faintly in your clothing,
When you hang your jacket, you smell sulphur.
Its a light scent, a scent you can vaguely recognize, but you smell it.
The dark place is somewhere between life and death.
The place where the iron gate separates the living from the dead.
Catholics like to give it a fancy name
Baptist don't acknowledge it exists,
Buddhist, believe in the energy,
Guess I would have to say, its perception.
How do you perceive you death....
Many don't invest time in death....
Some say I am far too busy living....
But the dark place, that exists, is a place were the people spend tremendous
time banging on the Iron wall to warn the living to change their ways. To change now,
don't wait. Or your fate is sealed.
© 2011 Stefanie Stevens
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